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Nov 2017
I spent many hours
Thinking whether I could and
Not whether I should

I would if I could
But by doing so I guess
I never could at all

The more I gander
The more I stand on a ledge
As thick as a pin

Desperate measures
Writing down my own madness
With tones of sadness

The floating vessels
Of which thousands remain here
destroyed without thought
Doesn't all seem futile when you're sure you just are useless?
Vyiirt'aan
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